• Tomorrow Everything Can Change

    by  • March 17, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic • 2 Comments

    Darkness hides our passionate cries,
    infusing distance and distaste within our minds.
    Each kiss shall fade from blissful remembrance,
    not memory itself.
    The warmth from arms turns cold as desert night upon reflection,
    allowing it to escape into the cloudless atmosphere.
    For the moon gets in the way of the sun,
    casting our worlds in lonely shadows
    and tearing apart the fabrics from which we were sewn.
    Always lingering,
    Always present,
    Always nagging at the tangles of my restless mind,
    yet never there,
    never staying,
    never giving love a second shot to hit the target
    through the eye of the bull.
    The eye is closed and none shall enter,
    like a camel through the eye of a needle.
    In spirit we were rich, never lacking
    in affection, but debt has come calling and stripped
    us bare of our wealth.
    With porous cloth on my back
    and my possessions in a bag, I travel pass
    the tattered remains of yesterday in pursuit
    of a whole tomorrow.

    For tomorrow everything can change.


    2 Responses to Tomorrow Everything Can Change

    1. Beautiful
      March 18, 2012 at 8:21 am

      Gosh Enjay I love this, you really have a beautiful, captivating way with expression!!! Hope you don’t mind that I copied this to add to my stack of writing I love to re-read from time to time 🙂 You are gifted, and one day I hope to read a book of yours. Never give up on your dreams.

    2. Enjay
      March 18, 2012 at 12:20 pm

      Thank you very much! 🙂 haha and no, I don’t mind. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Perhaps one day a book of mine will be available. You never know. 😉

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